Die Wuyan continued: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you are being humble. You have resurrected Wu Yaokong, a genius who only appeared in the Wu family for ten thousand years. You still know a thing or two? To be honest, as long as Daoist Ye can help me resurrect one person, the conditions are up to you!"

"

Ye Ning is not enthusiastic about the study of the supreme blood soul path. Perhaps because he comes from another world, he takes matters of cause and effect more seriously than the local monks in Qingluo Continent. Resurrecting people who have been dead for many years like this

Things that happen will definitely be contaminated by a lot of causes and effects, but it is better to avoid them if possible.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and said: "I'm afraid I will disappoint fellow Taoist. Ye's ability to resurrect Wu Yaokong requires too much luck. If Ye is allowed to do it again, I'm afraid most of the failures will occur."

After hearing this, Die Wuyan's face turned pale, her body swayed, and she looked lost. It seemed that the person he wanted to resurrect was extremely important to him. After a moment, he made a "plop" and knelt down in front of Ye Ning.

She hugged his legs and begged: "Fellow Daoist Ye, please help me."

After saying that, he buried his head deeply between his knees.

Only the extremely thin shoulder blades twitched slightly.

He cried!

For a moment, Ye Ning was at a loss. Xue Yilan was a woman after all. Although she spoke harshly, her heart was soft. She quickly grabbed Die Wuyan and said, "Get up first, Brother Ye is not a heartless person.

Everything is easy to say."

Die Wuyan was extremely excited and kept saying repeatedly: "Please, Fellow Daoist Ye, please, Fellow Daoist Ye!"

At this moment, his face was full of tears. Perhaps too much rouge and gouache had been washed away, but instead he revealed a delicate face, with picturesque features, no coquettishness, and as pure as a green lotus.

Inexplicably, Ye Ning saw a trace of weakness on Die Wuyan's face, which reminded him of Han Wan, whom he had met in Lianyun Mountain, and he felt a trace of melancholy in his heart. After a moment, Ye Ning said: "Although the Supreme Blood Soul Dao ranks among

The seventh among the thirty-six supreme avenues, it is not a 100% resurrection technique. Even if Ye agrees to help, there is no guarantee."

Die Wuyan smiled after hearing this. It was as if the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the whole Luoyang Valley was a little more spring-like.

He wiped away his tears and said excitedly: "That's great! Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ye."

Ye Ning knew that Die Wuyan must also be a person full of stories. After taking off his coquettish and hypocritical mask, he was so simple, like a child who was not in tune with the world. Without thinking too much, Ye Ning said: "You want to be resurrected

Who is that person? Although the Supreme Blood Soul Dao is powerful, it cannot be resurrected out of thin air. At least it requires a drop of this person's blood!"

"Yes!" Die Wuyan said happily: "I still have a drop of blood essence left by Master!"

"So it turns out that the person you want to resurrect is your master?" Xue Yilan said: "How could it be that when you meet someone who respects his master so much, Brother Ye, you have to help no matter what."

Die Wuyan said: "Fellow Daoist Ye, I'm begging you! As long as you can resurrect the master, I am also willing to follow the example of Daoist Chu and join the Disillusionment Sect!"

"Okay," Ye Ning said, "When this comes to an end, Ye will definitely do his best. However, Ye does not value you, a middle-stage saint monk, but your pure and filial heart. If Ye

If you fail, you will naturally have nothing to say; however, even if Ye is lucky enough to resurrect your respected master, he will not force fellow Taoists to join the Disillusionment Sect."
Chapter completed!